Amidst the blood-stained streets and crumbling buildings of a world ravaged by the undead, Bright and Win find an unexpected connection between them. They discover that even amidst death's relentless grip, love can still thrive.
A Zombie Apocalypse...
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"Don't mind, Bright. That's how he is." Love takes me to a separate room. "You and Joss can spend the night here, the conditions aren't that good, but you can at least live here without worrying about death," she says.
"Yeah. That's more than enough." I sit on the mattress on the floor.
"So, tell me about you." she sits in front of me.
"Why don't you go first?" I ask.
"Alright. I am Love, as you know. And I am a scientist and a detective to the forces. I am a junior of Bright. Actually, he's the only senior here, and he's currently our team leader. When the infection broke out, we teamed up to rescue people. Then we stayed back and built this place as Bright didn't want to go without knowing the sole reason." she says.
"So you all stayed back because of him?" I ask.
"No." she points behind me to the steel door. "That's an isolation room. Three zombies are in there."
"What?!"
"Yes. My mother, Dew's sister and Bright's little brother. That's the main reason we haven't moved yet. But still, we haven't found a single thing about anything." she says with a sad smile.
"It's okay. We can be of help." I say.
"But seriously. If you guys don't want to stay here, you can return. Don't think Bright forced you or something."
Oh, he sure did. But it's not like I am complaining.
That handsome man caught my eye.
Night falls, and the darkness inside the place thickens. Joss sleeps beside me, snoring a little while I stay wide awake. I can hear growls and groans coming from the room next to us, where the three zombies are in.
I get up from the mattress and walk toward it. Then I carefully keep my ear on the steel door to listen to the sounds well. I can hear bone-cracking sounds that sound so inhuman. My heart pounds hard in curiosity and fear.
Before I can move away from the door, someone grabs me from behind and twists my arm behind me. I was about to scream out, but that same person keeps his hand on my mouth. Then he pulls me out of the room.
I try to fight him, but it's in vain. He's too strong.
I cannot turn around because of the hard grip. We only stop when we are in another separate part of this place. He releases me only then.
I hold my arms in front of me, ready to fight and finally get the sight of the person in front of me.
